It was n't an effort to zest up our passion liveliness ; there were no problems there.. at least, none that I was aware of. The 'games'we started to play were just a bit of fun, and a way of exploring our sex, fetich, likes & disapproval. It was all a Pandora 's box though in hindsight ; black psychic elements forcing their way into the light, playing psychic puppetry with leave accomplices. I guess we 'll get from the couch..

It was a Tuesday eventide around 10 ; Aoife was sitting on the couch scheduling her week ahead while I got something to eat from the kitchen. 'You nearly done ?'i asked, frustrated at how foresightful she was taking. 'Why ?'Aoife replied, knowing full-well what was on my psyche. 'You 're taking ages'. 'Not this shit again John ; how many metre ... I 'm working .''It 's 10 at Night ; you could n't do that sooner ?'. 'Boring john. So very boring .''It would n't irritate me so much if you made it fun for me y'know ?''On about your biz again are you.. not going to happen. present it up .'

The 'games'she was on about was something quite specific.. something i 'd been trying to lead up over the past tense few twenty-four hours. I wanted to live the quiver of cuckoldry, but in a very vanilla way. I enjoyed that rush of the dual sensation of green-eyed monster and arousal, and wanted the woman i love to incite such feelings in me. There was more though ; the inherently submissive element. I loved it when she dominted me.. those occassions when i willingly submitted to her feminine top executive, her feminine ascendency. I never completely relinquished my masculinity.. she 'd lose all respect for me, and I definitely did n't require that. I wanted ... well, there it is. It was what I wanted. So who was ever actually submitting ? certain, I wanted other people involved in our game, but they would always be forgetful to the 'game'at hand. There had to be rules.. true love is too wanted a thing.

'It would n't hurt to try hon.. I mean ...''Oh for screw sake'she interjected, 'come here and kneel down by the side of the couch .'I was taken aback by this .'I 'll feed it a go. Pass me my speech sound and kneel down .'She took her phone, and I kneeled down. 'So this game of yours ... You get irritated when i use my phone, hate me being in touch with my friends all the time, loathe when i contact sure people.. yet you want me to do it more than usual, just to deliberately ready you sick with jealousy. Is that it ? You want me to make you feel in endorse post to everyone else ? Is that it ?'Er, yes, I replied. 'You want to experience cuckold and dominated, without me even fucking anyone else, yes ? assure me St. John the Apostle ... what the nooky is in it for me so ? If I 'm doing this, I 'm getting my squawk too ; understand ? And I 'll decide what they 'll be. You 'll just give to remember that this was all your idea. I did n't require this. call up ?'Yes, i replied again. There was a pang of doubt now. Control is illusory after all. Its a transitory matter. Not real. If you unleash a force of nature, somebody 's dark side, something ungovernable ... what can you have a bun in the oven ?

'You ca n't actually see what I 'm doing on my telephone, can you ?'No, I ca n't .'I could be texting anyone right now, could n't I ? Someone you really wish I would n't let anything to do with ?'You could hon ; it 's entirely up to you where you select this. 'It 's the limit of your imagination John, is n't it ? That I 'd flirt your little game within parameters defined by you. If I was going to have some fun, it 'd be with someone you know nothing about. indisputable why would I leave even a hint of a clew if I was fucking individual behind your spineless back ? I 'm too cunning for that John. No. You want to find out all the usual figure just to get you off do n't you ? Like right now I 'm texting Vincent, or John, or Danny or someone. Fucking useless. You never listen.. all the times I told you I 'm not interested in them .'

My intellect was in a spin. I had thought she 'd use the common public figure ... names she called out while we fucked just to make me cum. But person else ? What the fuck was going on here ? Aoife undid her blouse and, with her left-hand hired man still massaging her phone screen, began to stroke between her breasts.

'So what do you think I 'm doing with my earphone now John ? Who do you conceive I 'm texting ?'I do n't have sex love.. who is it ?'I 'm not texting anyone my dearest. I 'm in a confab room. It 's a hardcore sex chatroom.. variously inhabited by old, wanker fucks like you, and people like me ; the great unwashed in control, and who like taking control of old jerk-off snatch like you. You are an old snatch hon, are n't you ?'Yes love. 'Loving my tight, 27yr old pussycat ?'Yes dear. Shit ... .. she had me fucking mesmerised. What was she texting, and to who ? ! My cock was beginning to smart. Her maneuver were brilliant.

'What meter is it love ?'It 's 10.45 now hon. 'Bring me my coat .'I stood up. 'Why do you desire your coat ?'SUBMIT ! Bring me my fucking coating now .'I did as I was told. 'You 're going out ?'I asked.. seriously confused now.. this wasnt part of my master plan !'I 'm going out. I 'll be back in two hours. Have some food ready for when i get in .'I will get it on. It was all I could say. And that was how it started .